Roger Taylor - Dear Mr Murdoch

Dear Mr Murdoch

Dear Mr Murdoch, what have you done
with your news of the screws and your soaraway sun?
you sharpen our hatred,
you've blunted our minds,
we're drowning in nipples and bingo and sex crimes.

How many time must they poke and they pry,
must they twist and lie?
Just to add to the grime they even screwed up the times,
love to kick their arse goodbye oh wouldn't I!

Dear Mr Murdoch, you play hard to see
but with your bare-arsed cheek you should be on page three.
and dear Mr Murdoch you're really the pits,
bad news is good business, you're the king of the tits.

They stain all they touch, they're real woman haters
but we're on their trail.
They go straight for the lowest common denominators,
how could they fail? Go straight to jail (no bail)!

Dear Mr Murdoch, you're a powerful man,
you control half our media whose values don't scan.
And dear Mr Murdoch, we're not so amused
just line up the people whose lives they've abused.

Dear Mr Murdoch, what do you know
with your minions like vultures and carrion crow.
They've sunk just as low as humans can sink
for profit they tell us how mass murderers think.

And dear Mr Murdoch, you come down from on high
you even bought up the air waves, you control all our sky.

Dear Mr Murdoch you're a dangerous chap,
with your jingoist lingo we're drowning in crap.

Dear Mr Murdoch, where are you coming from?
Getting so hard to tell if you're a yank, oz or pom.

Dear Mr Murdoch, you're really the pits
bad news is good business, you're the king of the tits.

Dear Mr Murdoch you do it with zing
at lowering the standards you're really the king.

And dear Mr Murdoch, what have you done?
You're not quite as nice as Attila the Hun.